Post by Dave's Not Here Man on Nov 19, 2021 12:26:58 GMT -5
After spending the other night and yesterday morning in a festering depression, I slowly but deliberately started preparing myself to get up and get out, with the specific purpose of going to Planet Fatness and getting some exercise. I'm going to tell you right now, it was not on the list of things I wanted to do. But sitting here and trying to hold the lump in my throat the whole day was not an option.
Just as a side note and maybe an inspiration for someone somewhere, my mantra since June of this year is to DO SOMETHING. I tell myself- Put on your damn shoes. Drive over there. Park the car. Go inside. Everything further is a bonus. The only thing worse than failure is not trying at all.
So I put on my shoes. Drove over. Parked. Went inside, and I hit that motherfucker hard. Turned up the Korn in my headphones and banged out moderate weight and high reps on the smith machine, 45 minutes worth, in what I call the tension muscles- shoulders, back, and chest (Still can't put excessive weight on my spine or legs so everything is sitting, reclining, or laying flat on the bench for now). I honestly don't know if there is a resulting chemical release or what, but I felt like a completely different person when I left there. Alive. Confident. Positive. She couldn't believe how much my mood changed and we even ventured back out for a while so she could get some of that super duper weather too.
Hopefully this sets the tone for the days ahead. We are still planning to be in the burg Sunday if anyone wants to go get a drinky in George's honor, but I can't be 100% committed to anything because I'm also going to try to meet up with his sons for a bit and I don't know that they'll want to participate in that type of activity or hard times for that matter.
Just as a side note and maybe an inspiration for someone somewhere, my mantra since June of this year is to DO SOMETHING. I tell myself- Put on your damn shoes. Drive over there. Park the car. Go inside. Everything further is a bonus. The only thing worse than failure is not trying at all.
So I put on my shoes. Drove over. Parked. Went inside, and I hit that motherfucker hard. Turned up the Korn in my headphones and banged out moderate weight and high reps on the smith machine, 45 minutes worth, in what I call the tension muscles- shoulders, back, and chest (Still can't put excessive weight on my spine or legs so everything is sitting, reclining, or laying flat on the bench for now). I honestly don't know if there is a resulting chemical release or what, but I felt like a completely different person when I left there. Alive. Confident. Positive. She couldn't believe how much my mood changed and we even ventured back out for a while so she could get some of that super duper weather too.
Hopefully this sets the tone for the days ahead. We are still planning to be in the burg Sunday if anyone wants to go get a drinky in George's honor, but I can't be 100% committed to anything because I'm also going to try to meet up with his sons for a bit and I don't know that they'll want to participate in that type of activity or hard times for that matter.
